Dean Montgomery loves his ranch and his family, but something is missing. When he sets out on a road trip to purchase land to expand his ranch, he finds himself stranded in a snowstorm.
When the sexy and gruff Colt James, a tracker and rescue worker, rescues Dean, both of their lives are turned upside down. Attraction sizzles, and hearts race. But then trouble brews, and Dean is needed back home. Can these two make their new relationship work?
“Keep looking at me like that, and we won’t need to have the fire going.” Colt said it so softly, Dean barely heard him as he grabbed silverware to set the table.
“Sorry, I, uh ...” Dean stammered, embarrassed. “You’re, uh ...” He groaned. “I am usually not this much of an idiot when I speak.” Dean laughed as he stirred the stew in the pot. He turned the burner off and heard the shower turn off as well. “I am sounding like a complete moron. You can’t not know, how hot you are.” Dean winked at Colt’s stunned expression.
“Your turn, Dean.” Coop giggled as he grabbed a few more logs for the fire. Then he sat next to Dog and grinned.
“Yeah, Dean, do grab a shower. I’ll watch the stew and set up things. We’ll be ready to eat when you come out.”
“I can wait until after we eat if you’re hungry now.”
“Nah, go now. We don’t know how long the generator will keep kicking.” Colt turned around and grabbed some plates and napkins.
“Okay, I’ll be quick.”
Dean left the room, grabbed a change of clothes from his bag, and ran the water a little colder than usual. He needed to get his temperature down, kicking himself.
What kind of a moron sits there and cannot speak? Colt must think I’m crazy. I mean, God, the guy is hotter than anyone I’ve ever seen. He must think I am a total tool.
Dean rushed through his shower or tried to when his thoughts drifted to Colt with water sluicing down his torso, his hard muscles straining as he touched himself under the warm spray, the expression of ecstasy ...
He knew it wasn’t the time to take care of his needs, but just thinking of Colt made his balls tighten up to the point of pain. He let loose a deep groan and reached down, running his hand over his balls. He jacked his cock slowly, imaging it was Colt’s hand, imaging it was Colt’s mouth. His heart beat with the rhythm of his fingers. It didn’t take long to satisfy his needs, considering he’d been on edge all day.
Loud yelling and Coop laughing and joking made Dean finish up in the shower and towel dry. He couldn’t remember grinning as much as he had the last few hours in all his life. Colt and Coop made him happy.
Dean, really, they helped you out. You live and work cross the state. Yes, you were considering buying some property here, but these two are settled in a family. You’re an outsider, and you don’t even know if Colt is gay. Get a grip.
Dean shook himself. It was the first time he really looked around at the décor in the bathroom. Rustic would be how he described it, homey and rustic. Just what Dean always imagined for his own home. He wanted a manly décor, but with some splashes of color. This was perfectly decorated with soft oranges and light yellows, making the room stand out, but in a nice, calm way. After putting on his sweats and T-shirt, he opened the bathroom door and ran right into a very hard chest, a chest that was rock solid and smelled of the outdoors and Colt’s own masculine scent.
Man, Dean felt himself get hard and was already tongue-tied.
Colt stared at Dean with fire in his eyes. Definitely some attraction on Colt’s part. Colt’s gaze did a quick but through glide down Dean’s body, and Dean felt he would go up in flames any minute. He also felt like Colt knew he just got off in the shower, which made Dean’s face heat up even more.
“Are you guys coming or what?” Coop yelled from the other room.